Lyrics:
Summers over baby
OG
We back on those vibes
Heads or tails
What they mad for, same thing I get a bag for
Where were you baby
I was shooting in
about it
If You wasn't involved
Now You know all about it
Cuz they spit it in bars
Twitter wars nah we different
I got physical scares
Today we livin we
can tell it by my sign a taurus you can find with a Princce like me
Man in clear as visine gotta vision na I mean
But we all the in party drinking
And we da crew leading
I wouldn't, remotely care about you even if we in a Zoom meeting
Lets be honest yo, these rappers just a boring mess
Actors
Got to worry about me and mine's
We living in crazy times
Can't pay attention to the guide lines
Y'all be worried bout zodiac signs
Can't understand you
British Knights
They girl smiling hit hard on them jealous types
I bumped heads with those hive minds
Maybe delay but never can you stop mine
I got the type
y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a
y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a
the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
Good evening to all of you
Well we hope you'll enjoy the show
Tonite the music belongs
To those of you who can rock and roll
We came to play,
those hands
We don’t stop, Ingle wood we won’t stop
It’s compton in the house
K-Dot Jay rock nigga shit your drawers
2 deep g rob in your honda accord
you're cleared to get piped down
Can't see me, we all got vision
Staring at me now's a cause to be suspicious
I'm on a tight mission, not here for ya
Could You Rock With Me
Hear this Drumbeat
Out of Control, About to Flow
Trish Tyne spitting lyrically about dat flow on this beat
Crazy how it comes
they
Reformed just to play with us
In their home town
Probably having no idea how exciting and
Flattering it was for us
(and how nervous we were to meet
, rock
Maybe you can think about the shit and stop, stop, stop
Climb up on this boat and show me how you drop, drop, drop
I could be wrong, you could
and salute
You nigga’s my nigga
And wit all that said my nigga
I wanna tell you one thing for I go homie
God Bless You Pussy Ass Niggas
I said i wasn't gone
do magic
We'll show me some shit
You notice them niggas they keep talking about you but all they can do is just pay for it
I can't fuck with no bitty
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
further
21 gun salute for niggas that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my niggas that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always
take the pounds off me
Used to pray to G-O-D but now we’re all in hell
ACDC bells creepy crawly smells
Just do it if you do it
Otherwise screw it
oh my God
We coming with that guava
You can't do nothing about it
If you riding, then let's ride
And if you not, then get your life
Yea I trust
rock us some Mocks
You microwavin'? We'd use us some rocks
Whatchu know about this?
Whatchu know about this?
Whatchu know about this?
Whatchu know about
All that negativity is going waist sided salute to us
When you salute you keep your arms strut
We ain't the type to choose sides bitch it's all of us
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